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𖦹 Sleep Tight (RE4R Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 Priorities (RE9 Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 Finally Homebound (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Gentle Awakenings (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 On Top of the World (RE9 Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 Wishlist (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Hold Me Tight (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Party for Three (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Handyman Husband (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Boyfriend Duties (RE4R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Nurse Off Duty (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Taking Baby Steps (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 A Bundle of Three (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Sweet Tooth (RE4R Leon Kennedy | nsfw)
𖦹 A Little Loving (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Between Briefings (RE4R Leon Kennedy | sfw)
𖦹 Can't Help Myself Around You (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)
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಄ Letting It Linger (RE9 Leon Kennedy)
⤷ Part One
⤷ Part Two
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⤷ summary: you and leon attend your routine, post-mission debriefing with your superiors; afterwards, a question from him in the elevator has you rethinking what you thought you knew about what he felt for you. spoiler alert—he finds the courage to ask you out. (4.5k)
⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader
⤷ genre: friends to lovers, mild slow-burn
⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her early 30s, unresolved tension, slow-burn-ish relationship, mentions of blood and psychological tests, mentions of hospitalization, slight self-deprecating thoughts, comfort, lighthearted banter
🚏masterlist | part one ᝰ.ᐟ
After your mission, the whole plethora of protocol began.
You woke up to a resounding alarm that signaled your start for the day—a debriefing later this afternoon and mandatory follow-up screening this morning. While your muscles ached in protest as you got up, feeling the lingering remnants of your exhaustion from yesterday and the two days you’ve spent with Leon and your other colleague who must be recovering in the hospital right now.
For a second, you just stared at the ceiling, your routine rumination kicking in.
The events of the previous night returned slowly, and then all at once. Fluorescent hospital lighting, the smell of antiseptic wafting in the air, waiting alongside Leon for any update on your injured colleague while neither of you had the energy to say much of anything, except allow your actions to speak on your behalf.
It doesn’t escape your mind—the way he’d tended to you. You only just realized how attentive he had been, and you aren’t entirely sure if you preferred to be the subject of his attention, if not amongst other things. You can still feel the ghost of his touch on your forehead, the phantom sensation of his lips lingering on your skin.
Reaching up, your fingers lightly graze the spot he’d touched with his mouth. At the memory, your heart throbs beneath your chest, and you silently reprimand yourself. It was far too early to be dealing with this, but you figured you could use making sense of it all because you’ll be seeing him later, and you need to act normal about this.
But seriously speaking, what even is normal about yesterday?
Letting you sleep on his shoulder, tending to your wound, kissing your forehead, telling the driver to go easy on the road for you—what did it mean? What does it mean to you, but most importantly, what does it mean for Leon?
Deciding to brush away your thoughts, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, squinting at the brightness of the screen.
Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed a message from Leon sitting near the top of your notifications.
Leon (6:49 AM)
You alive?
Despite yourself, you let out a quiet breath of amusement at those two little words.
You (6:52 AM)
Barely.
What time’s the screening again?
You’re surprised when you see the typing bubble appearing almost immediately after you’ve sent your reply.
Was he waiting? A voice in your head filtered through your thoughts, but you brought yourself back down to reality when he replied.
Leon (6:53 AM)
9 in the morning.
Don’t be late or they’ll never let us hear the end of it.
You could practically hear the dry exhaustion in his voice through the screen regarding what awaited you for today. Truthfully, you weren’t looking forward to it either, but it’s not like post-mission clearances were negotiable. They were mandatory, as far as you were concerned, despite not being exposed to any B.O.W. during the scope of your mission.
Field clearance at the hospital had only been preliminary—it was a rushed contamination scan, checking of your vitals, and enough questioning by the personnel to ensure neither of you were actively infected. It was just the beginning, because the real evaluation came afterward, which awaited you in the DSO headquarters at exactly nine in the morning.
There would be bloodwork, neurological testing, and even a visit to the shrink for a psychological assessment—all of which was just standard DSO protocol after every mission, whether or not you’ve been exposed to a possible infection.
Your phone buzzed again before you could get up from your bed and start your day.
Leon (7:03 AM)
Need coffee before this.
What’s your order? I’ll grab yours along the way.
You don’t know what it is about his message that makes your lips curve into a small grin, but you allow yourself the smallest of smiles before you end up sending him your coffee order anyway.
It had become routine between the two of you to face these protocols together, and at first, you were daunted by the intensity it proposed. Field clearance meant you were going to be evaluated at every aspect of your well-being, and while you didn’t like being subjected to such scrutiny, doing it with Leon felt a lot like comfort.
At least someone understood. He understood.
You went about your day, showering before putting on your clothes—your usual office clothes for when you’re in headquarters and not on a mission somewhere across the globe. Because you were partly rushing to get to the office before nine in the morning, you forsake breakfast and promise yourself a hearty meal for lunch before the real debriefing begins.
It takes you at least twenty minutes to arrive at the main DSO headquarters because of slight traffic buildup along the way. Thankfully, the taxi you hailed knew how to navigate the bustling streets and had you enter the office building just fifteen minutes before the screening began on the 13th floor of the building.
Once you step out of the elevator, you find Leon leaning against the wall, holding a small tray with coffee cups in one hand, while his fingers are occupied with a small plastic bag filled with… food?
But your eyes weren’t focused on the coffee or the bag.
You were focused on him.
Him, and that devastatingly, annoyingly attractive suit of his that he was wearing, as if it was custom made for him. It fit right around his shoulders and showed less of his arm muscles, but you could still sight them from underneath the fabric. A few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and you could see the tiniest peek of chest hair beneath it.
Your mouth was somehow… dry. When did he suddenly become so attractive in your eyes? You’ve always seen him in his suit before, especially during debriefings, but what made this time stand out among the other times?
“Hey,” he greeted you as soon as he saw you, which snapped you away from your train of Leon-related thought. You blink, realizing he was staring directly at you now. “Thought you’d be late.”
You swallowed hard. “Uh… there was traffic buildup along the way.” You manage to say before regaining your composure. “Is that for me?” you point towards the coffee.
Leon nodded, handing you the cup. “Careful, it’s a bit hot.” He warned you gently, but you take it anyway.
You sip from the lid, the soothing warmth of the coffee running down your throat and into your empty stomach, which you know you’ll regret later. But then…
“I got you a croissant,” Leon suddenly says, handing you the plastic bag. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a plain one.”
“Oh.” You take the plastic bag from him, peeking inside and seeing a croissant wrapped in paper. Your heart skipped a beat at the kind gesture, and you sort of don’t know what to say, except, you blurt out the words before you think of them. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you, Leon.”
He gave you a small smile, a tiny smirk on the corner of his lips. “Don’t mention it, Y/N. You need to eat something before they throw us to the lion’s den.” He said, almost jokingly.
That made you exhale a quiet huff of amusement.
You follow him as he leads you to a row of chairs near the examination room. Sitting next to him, you set your cup of coffee aside before you take a bite from the croissant, the scent wafting through the air. It was warm and soft and freshly baked, and it immediately satiated the hunger you’ve been feeling ever since you left your apartment.
Leon sat next to you before he brought his phone out, thumb hovering over the screen as he read through a few more texts. You sat quietly next to him as you munch on the pastry he had gotten you, a gesture that made your stomach flutter more than you’d like to admit.
There was at least ten minutes left before you both were called in the company clinic for the bloodwork. You finish your croissant in a couple more bites before setting the wrapper aside, and then finish your coffee in one go. You were about to stand up to throw them to the trashbin on the other end of the hallway, but Leon stopped you.
“I’ll do it,” he offered, taking your cup and his and the plastic bag before walking towards the trashbin. “Just stay put.”
When he returned, you were slightly looking away from him, trying to hide the fact that you’re partially blushing because of his gestures. It probably meant nothing to him, but he was so attentive towards you that even though he’s busy with his phone, he still noticed you enough to know when you’re done eating your food and drinking your coffee. As always, Leon has his surroundings in check, especially you, in particular.
“Did you get some sleep?” He suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
“Not enough,” you answer him with a shrug. “And you?”
Leon made a gesture with his hand, something that mirrored your answer. “Couple hours,” he admitted, almost vaguely, as if he wasn’t sure with his own response too.
You can’t help but wonder what he’s like when he’s asleep. Does he snore? Does he move a lot? Is he a light sleeper, or the contrary? You picture Leon in bed, eyes closed—your imagination does tricks on you and he’s suddenly topless, wearing nothing but pajama pants and the waistband hanging so deliciously low on his—
Oh no.
Your mind was becoming something traitorous—filling your head with thoughts of Leon you’re not even supposed to be thinking about. It fills you with an insane amount of shame, and you cut it out before Leon wondered why you were suddenly blushing beside him. You weren’t going to take it if he did notice. And if he asked, what were you even going to say? That you imagined him half-naked in bed?
Either way, the image of him in just his pajamas lingered in your mind for a few more seconds, before you eventually steel yourself to focus on the fact that you’re minutes away from being poked and prodded by company nurses.
Thankfully, the two of you sit in peaceful, gentle conversation. You talk about your mission and things you may have or have not missed, running through the memory as though it just happened an hour ago. Somewhere farther down, a nurse wheeled a cart past one of the clinic doors. Phones rang occasionally at the reception desk nearby, muted behind glass walls and the hum of low conversation.
“You think Harper’s going to be okay?” You suddenly asked, remembering the state of your colleague who was recovering in the hospital as of late.
Leon’s posture shifted slightly beside you. “They said he’s stable, which is a good sign.” He replied, meeting your gaze.
Although you nodded, there was a subtle knot that remained within your stomach. It was just the reality of your job, an occupational hazard that you should have been used to, but the knowledge that it could either be you, Leon, or another colleague between life or death during a mission left you feeling unsettled.
Images from the mission still flashed unpleasantly behind your eyelids if you focus long and hard enough. You remember crimson staining concrete. The panic of your voice over comms. The sound of a bomb detonating as soon as you retrieved the virus sample from the bunker.
You exhale a sigh, shaking your head slightly to try and dislodge the thoughts from your head, especially before your upcoming neuropsychological evaluation.
“You know… you did good back there,” Leon murmured beside you. He turns his head before looking down at you. “During the mission, you kept a level head. I admire you for that.”
It was so sudden that you barely digest his words, and you only did after a second and a heartbeat. “I couldn’t have done it without you taking the lead,” you reply almost timidly. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we lost Harper…”
“Hey, no. Let’s not think about that,” Leon interjects gently, shifting from his seat so he would be facing you. “You reacted immediately. You were the one who got us out of there. You called for extraction when we needed it A-S-A-P.”
You look down at your lap, suddenly finding it far more interesting than meeting his eyes. “That’s kind of the bare minimum of my job description,” you mutter weakly, hating the slight self-deprecation in your tone.
Despite your words, Leon was still looking at you as if this mission had mattered more than the two of you let on. Like you mattered, specifically. To him, you did. But that was a conversation for a later time.
“You kept everything together, you know. Even when things went straight to hell.” He tells you more sincerely this time, and your throat tightens at the praise.
Still, you try to laugh it off anyway as you’re not used to hearing such words from him. “You’re making me sound more competent than I actually am, Kennedy.”
“I’m serious,” Leon’s voice drops lower this time, a raw honesty lacing each and every syllable of his words. “You don’t give yourself enough credit for it.”
That actually catches you off guard more than the compliment itself, more than the earlier words he’s said to you. You’ve been partnered up with Leon for quite some time now, and you knew Leon wasn’t the kind of person who said things he didn’t mean.
The realization of it settled in a certain warmth beneath your ribs.
But before you could think of a response, a nurse stepped out from one of the clinic doors, holding a clipboard before calling both of your names.
“Agents Kennedy and Y/L/N?”
The moment had slipped away into thin air, but somehow, the warmth of Leon’s words lingered within your mind and heart anyway.
—
After your medical and psychological screening, the formal debriefing began in one of the conference rooms of the DSO headquarters. Your commanding officer was present along with an intelligence analyst, and you sat beside Leon as your superiors began grilling you with questions about the most recent mission.
You were forced to recall every detail, even the ones you may have overlooked. Every detail, no matter how small or miniscule, had suddenly mattered. Because to your commanding officer, everything should be accounted for, even the slightest hiccup or bump along the road.
Though, because of Harper’s injuries and a near-death casualty, several of the senior officials had become more thorough with their line of questioning.
“Walk us through the extraction,” the director said evenly, sitting across both you and Leon in a row of other senior officials, your commanding officer included. “Agent Kennedy?”
Leon leaned back slightly against his hair, though you notice the way his shoulders remained tense. The target was moved approximately twenty minutes before we breached the facility,” he explained calmly. “The bomb—we believed it avoided detection.”
One of the officials glanced at the report. “Our team still hasn’t determined how that happened.” He said, his eyes squinting at the paper.
“The lighting conditions underground were poor,” you explain carefully, hiding the slight tremor in your voice. “Visibility was already compromised before we entered the lower sector.”
That makes your commanding officer look at you. “And thermal?”
“Minimal signature,” Leon answered on your behalf. “The device was concealed beneath the support structure.”
You decide to continue. “Our original entry and exit points were compromised before we even got inside. We weren’t able to locate the device or what triggered it. ” You explained to them, picking at some invisible fuzz on your pants beneath the table.
A man further down the table inspects the report in front of him. “And yet you proceeded.”
That had you resisting the urge to sigh. This was the more difficult aspect of debriefing sessions—you had to endure the snarky, subtle remarks from your commanding officer or other senior officials who always seemed to question your every move. Especially when it’s you who was speaking.
They never bat an eye when it was Leon who was explaining; probably because he was tenured and way more experienced than you were. You were only a couple of years into the role, but you liked to believe you learned the ropes just as quickly as anyone else, if not quicker than the average agent in the organization.
“We adapted to the situation, sir,” Leon answered before you can, calm and steady and oddly reassuring. “Our priority was recovering Harper alive.”
The official narrowed his eyes slightly. “Agent Y/L/N requested emergency extraction ahead of schedule.” He pointed out.
Your stomach tightens slightly at the sudden attention from the row of men looking at you, waiting for an answer. “Yes sir,” you say, loud enough for them to hear.
“Why?”
You straighten up subtly in your seat, conscious of the way these men were looking at you like you were some rookie agent that needed guidance and a lot of training. “Structural integrity was failing,” you explain as best as you could. “After the explosion, portions of the lower level had already started collapsing. Communications were unstable, and Harper was losing consciousness.
The official watches you for a moment. Almost too long, too quiet. It eats away at you, and you’re suddenly nervous about what they had to say. Then, he spoke, “And you believed extraction was more important than completing the sweep.”
“With all due respect, sir, our objective was to get Harper out and alive and safe.”
A heavy, thick silence followed. It wasn’t hostile, but more evaluating than you’d expect. You can practically feel your commanding officer watching to see whether you’d fold under pressure, but you weren’t about to give them the satisfaction.
Instead, Leon spoke, before anyone else could.
“She made the right call,” the certainty in his voice cut cleanly throughout the room, his voice resounding against the sterile walls. Your eyes flick instinctively toward him just as your heart skipped a beat.
The official leans back slightly in his chair, assessing Leon with scrutiny. “And you’re confident in that assessment, Agent Kennedy?”
Leon nodded once. He didn’t even think twice. He never did, not when it came to this. To you. “Yes sir.”
“Even though the mission concluded with one operative hospitalized?”
You lower your gaze briefly, feeling the sting in the official’s words. But Leon doesn’t. He remained a constant, grounding presence beside you. He was strong enough to defend himself, but even more when it came to you.
“The casualties would’ve been significantly worse if we stayed underground longer,” he answered smoothly, almost without blinking. The confidence in his tone had goosebumps rising on your skin. “Agent Y/L/N recognized that before I did.”
The room goes quiet. So much so that you can hear a pin drop in the silence. For the first time since entering the conference room, you realize Leon isn’t just supporting your decisions. He’s actively standing beside them.
He’s standing right beside you.
—
The debriefing lasted longer than you expected. By the time you exit the conference room, it was already a little over five in the afternoon. It started a little over twelve noon, and dragged along far more than you and Leon ever liked.
Both of you walk in silence. Leon mentioned grabbing something from his office and you wanted to tag along for the sake of walking with him. After everything you’ve endured in that conference room, the air between the two of you solidified into more than just camaraderie. More than just a partnership built through years of shared missions and closed calls and shared proximity in cramped spaces.
Something has greatly shifted, and you’re unsure if you want to acknowledge it yet.
You trail along him while he quickly grabs something from his office—you didn’t bother asking him what it was. He only opened the door for you and told you to make yourself at home, even though you barely stayed for five minutes. You just looked around; the space was almost bare of any personal effects, only a couple on his desk and nothing more.
“You ready to leave?” Leon asked eventually, while you were leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a softening gaze.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
The walk back through the halls feels quieter now. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but something had definitely changed, even through the silence of your feet padding across the floor. The weight of everything said earlier in the debriefing and before that lingered between the two of you, woven carefully into every wayward glance and every reminder of your proximity.
By the time the elevator doors slid open, most of the office floor had already emptied out for the evening, leaving just the two of you in the metal box. Silence hummed softly around you, alongside the mechanical descent of the elevator, and it was soothing, somewhat.
You’re very hyperaware of Leon standing beside you. The way his cologne lingered in the air, something expensive and unique to him. The way he looked slightly disheveled which made him appear softer somehow. Less like an agent, and more like simply… Leon. A version of him that only you get to see.
A version of him that belonged to you.
The thought startled you enough that you almost missed it when he spoke.
“So…” Leon starts, rubbing the back of his neck briefly as he glances at you. “Are you busy tonight?
Your head turns toward him immediately. The question appeared casual, but the slight tension in his shoulders and the way he avoided your gaze gave him away.
“That depends,” you answer carefully, fighting the smile threatening to form on your rosy lips. “Why?”
Leon glances toward the glowing elevator numbers on the console before looking back at you. “There’s this place nearby,” he said with a shrug. “Figured we could maybe grab dinner together?”
“If you want to, that is.”
You answer him before you could even think, the words tumbling out like a race between your heart and mind. “Are you asking me out?”
Leon blinks once, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say it out loud so directly. Even you were taken aback by your sudden straightforwardness. “I mean…” He exhales quietly through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching upward, almost subtle. “That depends.”
You fold your arms loosely across your chest, trying and almost miserably failing to suppress your amusement. This was the first time you’d seen Leon like this, and you’re not sure how to react. “On what exactly?”
“On whether you say yes or you embarrass me in this elevator.”
A laugh slipped out of you before you could even stop it. As you did, you noticed Leon’s shoulders ease at the sound of your laugh, and it didn’t occur to you that this was something he’d be jittery about.
“You're nervous,” you point out then, a realization and a curiosity packed up in just two words.
That earned you a look from him, almost unreadable, but it seemed… honest. “Believe it or not, asking out someone I’ve been partnered with for years is a little different from field work,” he muttered dryly.
You immediately feel something warm bloom within your chest, radiating across your arms and limbs and settles deeply in the pit of your stomach. The feeling was akin to a flutter, and something tingly all in one.
The elevator continues its slow descent, blissfully unaware of the fact that your entire world feels slightly off kilter right now. The air in the elevator is thick with something you don’t know yet, but you feel yourself smiling.
“So this is you asking me out,” you tease him softly.
Leon looks at you straight in the eye, his lips twitching into a small smirk. “Yeah,” he answered smoothly. “It is. What are you gonna do about it?”
You tilt your head slightly, pretending to think about his offer, even when you already know the answer yourself. “Hm…” you hum softly. “I guess I could say yes.”
“You guess?” His brow raises a bit.
“You’re awfully demanding for someone who was nervous thirty seconds ago,” you say as a laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
Leon huffs quietly beside you, though the corner of his mouth still threatens to curl upward. “I wasn’t nervous.” He said in his own defense.
You grin at him. “Sure you weren’t.”
The elevator continues descending—slow and steady, while something lighter settles between the two of you at last. The silence that overlaps for a second or two is comforting, almost as if it had existed between the two of you ever since.
“So?” Leon prods after a second, his voice softening this time. “Is that a real yes?”
Your teasing softened immediately at the question, because beneath the dry humor and the smirk on his lips, you can hear the hints of uncertainty that coated every syllable of his words. Leon was being careful, if not hopeful around you, and that somehow endeared you, that he was cautious about this interaction you’re both having in the elevator.
You then decide to step a little closer to him, close enough that your shoulders brush against each other. “Yes,” you tell him, craning your head to look up. “Yes, we can grab dinner tonight.”
And the next night, and another.
For a second, Leon just looked at you.
Then, that smile of his reappeared—small, genuine, and enough to soften every sharp edge of exhaustion that had been left on his face since the debriefing. He looked younger somehow, more handsome, rough around the edges but absolutely good looking.
You were certain your heart just skipped a beat, just as your stomach began its gymnastics within you. Fluttering like an erratic butterfly.
It was only then that you realized—you were already at the precipice of falling.
You had only hoped that Leon would be waiting to catch you when you took the leap.
⤷ a/n: i wrote this on a whim so i'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors (no beta read done here) 😭 i'm glad i was finally able to finish this, despite being hung up on a few parts for a few days. anyway, i hope you like it! i'd love to hear about your thoughts and feedback, so please feel free to send me an ask, comment, or message me! 🤍
part 3 is already in the works! also, i'm thinking of ending it at part 4 or 5 since i don't want to drag it out. but what do you think about it so far? let me know 🫡
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thank you for reading, have a wonderful day ahead! 💐
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, slightly soft dom Leon, later soft dom reader, oral (male receiving) , cowgirl position, good girl as a pet name, FLUFF
A/N: Hello Sweethearts! Part 3 of Forever Night Stand is here, yay! This story already feels like my baby and the fact that you still support and read it makes me so incredibly happy. Whenever I see a comment or message in my inbox from you it somehow makes my day a little brighter. I hope this story and especially this chapter will have the same effect on you. We are starting off strong with some (actually a lot) smut (hehe) and then we will explore their dynamic a little more. I am dying to know what you think, so don’t hold back 🥰 Enjoy! So much love to every single one of you, Shell xo
Part 1 I Part 2
“Down the hallway, second door to the right,” you whispered against his lips, not wanting to let go just yet. You wanted to keep this moment forever, burn it into your brain, and replay it at every possible daytime.
The effect he had on you should be studied, because no man in your entire life had been able to make you feel the way Leon did.
You continued kissing him more desperately, clinging onto his shirt as if he'd disappear if you'd let him go. Simultaneously, your hips started moving against his thigh, which gave you just the right amount of friction against your core.
You could feel his grin against your swollen lips.
“I love how needy you are." He pressed his thigh a little higher against you, the fabric of his jeans deliciously rubbing against the thin layer of your pants.
Your hands drifted down to between his legs, your gaze fixated on his, watching as his eyes grew darker. In an instant, his lips were on yours again.
“I love how hard you are,” you murmured teasingly, massaging the growing bulge in his pants.
“All for you, sweetheart, all for you," Leon hissed when you applied more pressure on his thick member, feeling him through his jeans.
Your lips never lost contact; everything happened with your lips still melting against each other, messy and wet and just the way you needed it.
You felt your clit becoming more sensitive as he suddenly started flexing his thigh, allowing you even more friction.
“Leon,” you moaned into his mouth. You felt his cock twitch slightly in your hand, earning another growl from him. As much as you loved riding his thigh and soaking your panties in the meantime, it simply wasn’t enough. You needed all of him and more.
As if he could hear your thoughts, he finally stood up, with you still being wrapped around him.
“Hold on tight."
As you held onto him while he carried you to the bedroom, you started peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, feeling a slight shiver coming from him.
Once he opened the door, you were met with the cool air from your bedroom, only the city lights lighting up the small space.
It was just like that nightbut with a different setting and set with a mood that felt more intimate, more familiar.
You heard a low chuckle coming from him as he set you down onto your bed. With a frown, you followed his gaze and looked behind you, spotting the plush monkey that was sitting between one of the pillows. By now you were ready to die from embarrassment. Way to ruin the mood.
“Cute,” Leon said somewhat amused, eyeing the plushie.
“Gift from Nellie,” you explained awkwardly, putting it quickly on one of the nightstands.
“We don’t want to traumatize this little monkey, hm?” He grinned, turning it around so it wasn’t facing you anymore.
You chuckled, noticing how unperfect this whole situation seemed to be.
Now that you were thinking about it, nothing about you felt perfect at the moment. Your hair was still covered in flour, your underwear was completely unmatched and something you'd pulled out of your drawer this morning. Your shirt was like two sizes too big.
Comically, this seemed to be even worse than the outfit from your first night together. You made a mental note to yourself to at least once seduce him in something sexy. Just for the surprise.
“Sorry for ruining the mood,” you said sheepishly. “I wasn't really prepared for…that,” you said awkwardly, gesturing to the room and then to yourself.
He looked back at you and gently pushed you down onto your bed. Taking your hand in his, he placed it on his still fully erect cock. You could feel him throbbing through his pants.
“Does this feel to you like you ruined the mood?” he asked, applying more pressure as in urging you to keep touching him.
You bit your lip, taking the hint and palming him some more while he was half leaning above you.
“You are fucking amazing,” he groaned, one of his hands brushing a few hair strands from your face. “And unbelievably hot. Even with the whole baking stuff in your hair,” he chuckled.
You smiled at his words, pulling him down to you to start kissing him again.
Clothes were hastily discarded and thrown far away, where they couldn't distract you anymore.
“You've been turning me on these past weeks,” he mumbled, groaning when you started to slip your hand inside his boxer briefs. He felt just as big as you'd remembered him. Thick, warm, and begging to be touched.
He kissed his way down your neck again simultaneously.
"Every time we are together, I can’t concentrate. I can't fucking focus because of you."
You whimpered when you heard his words, your panties already clinging to your wet folds. The whole time you've been thinking that you were the only one who was yearning for him, and now hearing that he'd been feeling the same sent shivers over your whole body.
“You like hearing that? What you do to me?” His hands fumbled with your bra clasps, hurriedly opening them to finally free your breasts.
"Yeah." You nodded, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a slightly pretentious smile. Yes, maybe it did boost your ego a tiny little bit.
“Mhm. That's what I thought,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as they took in the sight of your breasts, nipples perked, just waiting to be touched by his calloused hands.
“Such perfect tits,” he mumbled appreciatively. Your eyes fluttered close as soon as his fingers came in contact, massaging the soft flesh and playing with your nipples teasingly. The second he pinched one of them, it sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.
"Leon-"
“I know what else you like, sweetheart."
Expectantly, you looked up, gazing into his deep blue eyes, which had turned a few shades darker than usual.
“I know you like being called a good girl,” he hummed, the hand that was playing with your tits before, drifting down between your legs to brush over the damp fabric of your panties. And it was true. The first time he’d done that, you’d learned something new about yourself.
You’d never expected to be into that kind of pet name, but after hearing these words roll off of Leon’s tongue, that perception had quickly changed.
“So be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he hummed, rubbing your clit through your panties.
“I want you,” you whimpered impatiently.
“Not enough”
“I want you inside me."
Your hips were desperately writhing against his hand, a pathetic try at getting more pleasure from him.
"Fuck, baby,” he mumbled before pushing your panties down, throwing them to the rest of the clothes. He wasted no time and started circling your clit with his thumb, causing you to moan loudly. His fingers wandered lower to your entrance, right where your arousal was already leaking out of you, all because of him.
“Dripping for me,” he praised, his thick cock twitching in his boxers upon feeling your wetness coating his fingers.
He let his fingers slide inside you, first one, then two.
“Leon-“ Your voice broke, overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick fingers filling your tight hole.
He angled his fingers perfectly, finding the spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. You moved against his fingers, riding them and meeting his thrusts. You looked down, completely mesmerized by the way his veins in his arms were pulsing and his muscles were flexing from fucking his fingers into you.
“Yes, ride my fingers. Get off on my fingers."
His voice sounded darker than before but still so gentle, a mixture only he could pull off.
You clung to his arms as he kept his fingers pumping in and out of you; at the same time, he started sucking on your tits, letting his tongue swirl around your fully erect nubs.
“Oh god. Fuck. Yes!"
He watched you while still making out with your tits, his cock meanwhile painfully throbbing against his boxers. It was too much. Almost.
When you started feeling your walls tightening around his fingers and a coil forming deep inside your lower abdomen, you knew you were getting close to cumming.
“I-think I-“
“I know. I feel it,” he groaned, switching to your other breasts as he kept thrusting his fingers against the same spot over and over again. “Let go, don’t hold back. Let me hear your sweet sounds,” he said, his voice muffled from sucking on your tits.
After a few more pumps your walls started tightening around him, sending a wave of pulsations through your core. You cried out from the intensity and held onto his massive arms while his fingers fucked you through it. He helped you ride it out, never stopping his movements, only slowing them down gradually.
“That’s a good girl right there." He looked down at his fingers that were now drenched from you. “God you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he carefully pulled his fingers out of you.
“That was….wow,” you admitted, looking at him in a complete daze.
He smiled, kissing your head lovingly.
“And only the beginning”
You watched him for a few seconds, coming down from your high and enjoying the short intimate moment, before you got up and pressed your hands to his chest, making him lie down on his back.
“My turn now,” you said seductively. You were enjoying the power switch for a moment. Of course you had enjoyed him being the one in control, but you wanted to try out one of your dirty daydreams, and that specific one included sucking on his delicious-looking cock. “I wanna suck you off,” you continued, speaking your dirty thoughts freely.
He raised his eyebrows, a slight smirk playing on the corner of his mouth.
“There’s that filthy mouth I missed."
As you positioned yourself between his legs, you started palming him through his boxers again. You could hear him hiss, his hips bucking into your hand. He looked down at you as his head rested slightly against the headboard. Suddenly another idea crossed your mind.
“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, almost biting your lip in the process because you needed time to adjust to your new “role”
A flicker of surprise crossed his features but was soon replaced by a rather lustful expression.
“Are we switching roles now?” He teased through gritted teeth, suppressing the groan that was threatening to spill from his lips.
You withdrew your fingers teasingly, tilting your head slightly.
“Tell me what you want,” you repeated.
“You,” he grunted, his cock twitching at your sudden bold behavior.
“Not enough” You started enjoying this more than you originally thought.
He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, sweat already forming on his forehead.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my cock."
With a smile playing on your lips, you reached for his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his erect member. It sprang free, the tip already red and glistening with a few drops of precum.
Leon watched you intently, impatiently waiting for your next move.
You slowly dragged your tongue along his shaft, bottom to top, placing a kiss on the tip once you reached it.
“Mhm such a tease,” he mumbled, watching as you played with his desperately hard member.
You grinned, doing it all over again until he started bucking his hips again, trying to get closer to your throat. “Baby…fuck. Please suck my cock already,” he groaned, brows furrowed.
You'd never imagined Leon Kennedy would beg for anything, not even getting his cock sucked, but here you were, pleasantly surprised.
You opened your mouth, wrapping your swollen lips around him, and started by swirling your tongue around the tip. You could already taste the first drops of precum, a musky and slightly salty taste on your tongue.
You then started bobbing your head up and down, occasionally hollowing your cheeks out for a more intense feeling.
He watched you in awe, his cock twitching in your mouth whenever you closed your mouth completely on him.
“Fuuuuck-“
His eyes fluttered close for a few seconds, while one of his hands came down to grab a fistful of your hair. He wasn't rough, wasn't pushing you down or anything. It was as if he was trying to guide you gently.
You picked up the pace, going deeper until he reached the back of your throat, convulsing around him and swallowing him whole.
“Just like that. "Goddamn, look at you,” he sighed, keeping his hands tightly in your hair as you continued bobbing your head up and down his shaft.
You rested your hands on his massive thighs, feeling them flex and tense under your touch.
“Looking so good with my cock in your mouth."
His words caused you to moan around him, sending vibrations through his whole body.
Every now and then you tried to relax your jaw, taking him as deep as you could. The grunting and groaning coming from him sounded like music to your ears and only motivated you further to take him even deeper.
“You are so perfect. So fu- goddman perfect with your mouth around me. Should've done this sooner. Should've just fucked your mouth in my office or in one of the private training rooms. Would've looked so good taking my cock there, kneeling in front of me."
You almost whined hearing his words. It was an unrealistic fantasy, and you knew he didn't really mean it, but here in the privacy of your home, sharing these filthy thoughts privately, it was the hottest thing you could’ve imagined.
Your pussy clenched at his words, clit throbbing and begging to be touched again.
You started hollowing out your cheeks again, drooling all over him with a few drops landing on your tits.
“Babe- I think- you need to-“ He hissed, voice strained and brows furrowed.
You could sense he was getting close. You could feel it in the way his veins throbbed in your mouth, as well as his thighs and lower abdomen tensing the more you took of him.
With a slight pop, you released him, strings of saliva clinging onto his throbbing cock, as well as your mouth.
“Hell…” He muttered while catching his breath, his eyes glossy and still half closed. He must have been really on the brink of cumming.
You smiled mischieviously, starting to crawl towards him and sitting yourself on his lower body, his erection pressing impatiently at your entrance.
You looked down at him, taking in the sight of his blissed-out face. He looked beautiful like that. No frowning, no worrying, no contemplating. He was completely at your mercy, and you enjoyed every minute of it.
“I wanna ride you,” you said as you placed your hands on his chest.
“Take a seat, pretty girl,” he hummed with an anticipating smile on his lips. Your body immediately reacted to his words, your clit throbbing in anticipation while still being sensitive from your earlier high.
You slowly let yourself sink down onto him while your hand helped guide his thick shaft inside your tight hole. You were slick with arousal, making it easy for him to fully penetrate you.
“Fuuuck-“ you both cursed in unison. Your tightness embraces his cock fully, your walls already starting to flutter simply from the feeling of him splitting you open.
It felt too good, somehow even better than the first time, but maybe that was just the endorphins talking.
He gripped your hips tightly, not guiding you just yet, just holding and supporting you.
“You’re so big,” you whimpered as you took in the feeling of the stretch. It felt breathtaking, even more intense than you’d imagined.
“Take your time; don’t rush. I am right there with you,” he whispered. Your walls clamped down onto him upon hearing his tender words. The mixture between him being dominant and still so caring at the same time made it even hotter.
You nodded, experimentally starting to roll your hips in a forward motion.
“Oh-,” you breathed, feeling your clit brush against his pelvis in a perfect angle with every roll of your hips.
“Just like that. Jesus….you are so tight,” he rasped, biting back a moan when he felt you starting to bounce on him.
You found the perfect rhythm, allowing him to fill you deeper until he hit the perfect angle inside you. By now you were so wet and aroused, every bounce started making obscene sounds from you fucking him.
“Leon-“
You closed your eyes shut, your movements never faltering as you kept moving up and down his shaft, feeling yourself becoming tighter with every stroke.
He was completely mesmerized by the sight of you riding him, your bouncing tits, and your beautiful face contorted in pleasure from you fucking yourself senseless on his dick.
“Looking so good for me. Riding my cock like a goddess. Fuck, don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop,” he grunted. His hands found their way to your ass, giving it a gentle slap before squeezing it roughly.
You rode him faster, changing the angle just slightly so your clit was brushing against him again. By then your arousal was dripping out of you, making a mess on his whole lower body and thighs. You didn’t care in your current state. You were too cockdrunk to form coherent sentences anymore.
“I- I’m so close again,” you mewled, your hands almost painfully grasping at his chest. Leon groaned, not caring about the pain you were inflicting on him; the pleasure your pussy was providing him was much stronger.
You felt your legs starting to get weak once the pleasure was pooling in your lower belly. The coil that had started to build was ready to snap open, bringing you over the edge.
“Let me help you, yeah?” He huffed, and before you knew it, he started thrusting upwards, hitting your cervix.
“Oh…god please don’t stop,” you whined, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes as he started thrusting harder and deeper, just the way you needed it. He managed to hit that spot again and again, better than you’d done it before when you fucked him.
“Shit…you’re getting so tight. Cum on my cock, baby girl. Cream all over it, do it,” he urged, pressing his lips together when he felt your walls clenching around him violently.
Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your walls pulsing and fluttering around him. For a few seconds your mind went blank, and all you could see were stars.
You cried out his name as you came, thankful he kept thrusting into you to prolong your pleasure.
When you started practically milking him, he couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a low and deep growl as he spilled everything inside you, his cum shooting out in hot, thick ropes.
“Fuckfuckfuck-“ He grunted, pulling you down so he could hold you closer while he fucked into you, nuzzling his face in your neck.
He held you close, panting heavily in your ear as he kept thrusting lazily, slow and ragged.
You let yourself sink against him. Your thighs were still shaking from the position, and your walls started sending the occasional aftershocks through you.
“You were amazing,” he whispered in your ear, hands starting to stroke gently along your warm back.
“The feeling is mutual,” you giggled, still out of breath and slightly overwhelmed by the intensity.
After a few more moments, you gently got off him, lying down next to him.
“C’mere,” he sighed, his breathing still uneven. He looked even more attractive like this. A sweaty forehead, flushed cheeks, and the tousled hair that looked so much softer in the dimmed bedroom lighting.
You snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He laid his arm around your hip, drawing lazy circles on it. For a while, you just stayed like that. No talking, no noises except your panting and the raindrops that started dripping against your window. You hadn’t even realized that it had started raining.
“Is everything okay?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, perfect,” you hummed, feeling the tiredness overflow your body and mind.
He looked down at you and watched your face intently before placing several soft kisses on your head and temple.
You felt so utterly loved and cared for that you were sure your heart was about to jump out of your chest.
You both decided you were in desperate need of a shower, so after spending a few more minutes in the intimate haze, you hopped into the shower and cleaned yourselves off from everything.
Afterwards you slipped on some loose pajamas, watching as Leon lay back in your bed, his upper body resting against the headboard. He looked relaxed, peaceful, and still so goddamn handsome you just wanted to scream from joy.
He smirked when he saw you climbing back onto the bed. Instead of just lying down next to him, you decided to climb between his legs and let your back rest against his chest.
He pulled you tightly against him until your head rested against his shoulders.
“I liked seeing you like this. Taking control and everything,” he mumbled.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I should do that more often then."
“You should,” he hummed in agreement.
You turned your face slightly to face him, your lips almost brushing against each other.
“Should we…talk about this? About…us?” you whispered.
“Let’s talk tomorrow. Tonight I just want to…enjoy this. As long as I can,” he mumbled, kissing you again. And you didn’t complain.
“Good idea,” you agreed, cuddling yourself back to him and enjoying the intimate moment.
The next morning you were awoken by the sound of the coffee machine. It took you a few seconds to take in your surroundings. You were in your own bed, your blanket draped over your body, and the first few rays of morning light were shining through the windows.
For a split of a second you worried you’d overslept until you realized it was Sunday. Thank God.
Your body was aching and still feeling sore from your late-night activities. However, you wouldn't want to trade that feeling for anything in the world. Because it reminded you of him. And the incredible feeling only he was able to give you.
You carefully slipped out of your bed and padded into the kitchen, seeing Leon preparing coffee for the both of you.
“I see you are comfortable in my kitchen already,” you smiled, walking over to him.
"Let's say I know my way around after the baking lesson with Nellie,” he grinned.
You slowly wrapped your arms around him, almost nervously, as if you were afraid someone would wake you up at any moment, pulling you out of a wonderful dream.
He gently laid his free arm around you and kissed you on the top of your head. He stayed there for a moment, inhaling your scent.
“I missed this,” he mumbled appreciatingly, his voice still a little rough from sleep.
“What?” You asked, looking up, while still being wrapped around him.
“This. I mean…having you by my side. Not just as my partner at work,” he said.
Your heart swelled at his words.
“I missed this too,” you answered quietly, averting your eyes. “I honestly thought this night…would have been a one-night stand thing,” you admitted, feeling the insecurities come flooding back.
“Well, we kind of destroyed the definition of a one-night stand with last night,” he smirked, handing you a cup of hot, steaming coffee.
“Kind of, yeah."
“Besides. I…as I told you…for me this was more than just…sex,” he continued, sipping on his coffee. His words came out in fragments, as if he wasn’t sure how to word it correctly. And you felt the same. What was this even? A relationship? An affair? Friends with benefits?
You secretly hoped for the first option.
“You were pretty good at hiding it,” you mumbled, playing with the cup in your hand.
“Comes with the job, I guess,” he said, reaching out to cup your face. “But that doesn’t mean I didn't care. I….just want to protect you. And your job,” he explained.
You nodded, smiling when his hand brushed your cheeks.
“I know you worked hard for it, and if people find out…they will talk. You know how they are. I don't want that for you,” he said eventually.
You nodded in agreement. You had seen this countless times before, and the last thing you wanted was to be branded as your superior’s affair or that you slept your way up to the top.
“So, what is the plan?” You asked quietly, looking down at the cup as if the hot liquid could give you a magic answer.
“The only thing I can suggest to you is that we are together. Really together. But in secret,” he sighed, making you look back up at him again.
“I know that’s not what you deserve. You deserve more, way more,” he laughed humorlessly. “But at the moment that’s all I can offer. For the sake of both our jobs,” he said, his brows furrowing.
You watched him for a few moments, contemplating the options in your head.
“I would understand if you said no,” he said calmly.
“And then what? We already figured out we can’t…keep our hands off of each other,” you chuckled.
“I can’t argue with that." He joined in your laughter, giving you a peck on the lips.
“So I guess…that’s what it is then." You nodded awkwardly. You wanted to be with him; you already knew that, so if your relationship had to be in secret, then so it was.
“Do you want me to officially ask you to be my girlfriend, or should we skip that?” He teased, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
You laughed, a wicked grin appearing on your lips.
“Mhm….yes. Please ask me. Like we’re in high school again,” you giggled, placing the cup on the counter to wait for his next move.
He nodded in defeat, as if he’d expected you to say this. Slowly, he came closer and stood in front of you, taking your hand in his.
“So, will you be my secret girlfriend and partner in crime?” He cheesily asked, adding a dramatic tone to his voice.
You immediately started laughing. This was so out of character for him.
“Yes, Leon. "Yes, I will,” you smiled, watching him bend down to you to kiss you again. And again. And again.
A secret relationship wasn't something you'd wished for, especially not at your age, but being together with him in secret was still better than not being with him at all.
Surely, it would have been nice to make it official. You wouldn't have to worry about the way you looked at each other or fearing your other coworkers might sense something.
Still, you managed to make it work.
It became a quiet, intimate, and illicit routine between the two of you.
Leon was less distant at work but never touchy or flashy in the way he was treating you.
Whenever other people were in the room, you kept a professional distance, but in these tiny moments in between, you shared your clandestine way of communicating.
His hand more than once brushed yours under the table during a meeting. Especially when he felt you getting nervous or enraged, this was his silent way of telling you that he was there. Not just as a colleague, but as your partner as well.
On other occasions it happened that you exchanged knowing glances or even a smirk. It was your way of telling the other that you both were thinking the same.
When he was feeling extra risky, he even pulled you into secret rooms, hallways, or his office. Years of experience working as a DSO agent had taught him a lot. That also included a detailed floor plan of the DSO building and information on where the cameras were and weren't located.
Unlike in your fantasies, you hadn’t used this chance to get risky, but to share small intimate moments like kisses or hushed whispers in which you told each other how much you meant to one another.
Well, and then there was Nathan. You had ignored his “appointment” and simply deleted it from your calendar, but you didn't want to simply ghost him. Besides, it would have made things more awkward, considering that you were still working together very closely.
So, a few days later after finishing your work, you decided to visit him in his office and tell him that you're not interested. Easy as that.
It was already late in the evening, the busy crowd from the midday work hours long gone. You waited a few seconds before knocking on his door.
“Come in!”
As you entered, you spotted Nathan being busy working on what looked like five screens simultaneously. The headset was loosely hanging around his neck, his fingers swiftly drumming on the keyboard.
“What can I-“ Nathan stopped mid-sentence as he turned around. His face lit up almost instantly when he saw you standing in his office.
“Hey! Now that's a great late-night visit; take a seat,” he said enthusiastically, pulling out the chair for you. You almost felt bad when you saw his puppy-like eyes staring at you.
“Thanks,” you smiled somewhat painfully, sitting down next to him.
“Want me to grab you a drink? Tea? Coffee?”
He smiled, gesturing toward the door.
“No, no. Thank you. I actually have to leave in a few. I just wanted to talk to you,” you explained gently.
He nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “Go on."
You cleared your throat, feeling your mouth going dry. This was way easier when you'd planned it out in your head.
“About your appointment… the coffee date," you started.
"Oh, that, yes. I am sorry if that came off…weird. I know it was a little straightforward, and I figured that I went a little too far when I saw you deleting it,” he said quickly, scratching the back of his neck that started turning red. Probably from embarrassment.
You smiled warmly. “I was a little surprised, yes. But that's not… why I deleted it,” you said. “I am in a relationship, so I am off the market,” you finally said.
“And I don't think my boyfriend would like it very much if I was going on a date with another man,” you added with a wink, trying to lighten the mood a tiny little bit.
It felt exciting to officially call Leon your boyfriend, even if no one knew that you were actually referring to him. It was enough to make you feel tingly and warm.
He looked at you surprised.
“Oh I…I didn‘t know. I thought you were single because you never mentioned anyone. I mean not that you have to, of course! I just…sorry I wouldn't have asked if I knew you were taken.”
He was almost tumbling over his words, speaking way too fast for his own good. By now the redness from his neck had spread to his cheeks. Suddenly he looked almost innocent to you.
“No, it's all good! I am not mad at you or anything. I just wanted to come clear and not just…ghost you or anything,” you laughed quietly.
“I appreciate that! And again…sorry for making things awkward for you,” he said apologetically.
You both looked down and stayed quiet for a few moments.
“I hope this doesn't change anything between us. We are still friends and partners, right?” he asked, looking up again.
“Sure! You're not getting rid of me that easily,” you teased.
He nodded with a smile, trying to hide the fact that he'd actually hoped for something more than just friendship.
“Great. I will uh…text you tomorrow the newest info for your devices and upcoming missions,” he said eventually.
“Sounds perfect. Thank you”
You stood up again, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. “Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Yes. See you tomorrow. Have a good night,” he smiled.
“You too!”
Before you could reach the door, he called after you.
“Oh and….is your boyfriend also an agent? Do I know him maybe?” he asked, completely oblivious.
You closed your eyes, breathing through your nose.
Now don't say anything stupid.
“No! He is actually doing something very different than me. Which is quite refreshing,” you said with a forced smile as you turned around to face him.
He nodded. “Oh I believe."
God he was looking at you like a puppy again. Maybe that was why you stupidly decided to say the next words.
“He is a chef!”
You had no idea why exactly you felt the need to give your secret boyfriend a new profession, but here you were.
“Wow! Lucky you. Always getting the best meals,” he chuckled.
You prayed he wouldn't ask you where he worked because you definitely didn't know enough restaurants around here to come up with a name.
“Yes! Absolutely," you giggled, relieved that he actually bought your fake story. You ultimately said your goodbyes to each other, and then you finally made your way to the upper offices.
The second you got to the upper floors, you felt a flutter in your stomach, like a kid on Christmas. The same feeling you always felt when knowing you would see him again.
It was getting close to midnight, so by now the only office that was occupied was Leon’s. You could see the faint light shining through the door.
After hearing a quiet "Come in" you entered the large room. Leon was sitting in front of his laptop, his tired features being lit by the screen lights and his office lamp that was standing on his desk. He looked deep in thought, typing away on the keyboard with his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
When you’d found out he needed reading glasses, you’d initially teased him about it, but in reality, it suited him incredibly well.
The first buttons of his shirt were open, the sleeves rolled up. He looked like the most handsome man on the planet. Your man, to be exact.
“And? How did coffee boy react to the news?” He asked dryly, his eyes not averting from the screen in front of him. He was probably trying to act like he didn’t care, but you knew he was dying to know.
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you approached his desk, sitting down on the edge with one leg propped up.
“Don't call him that,” you chuckled. „He is a good guy.”
Leon huffed, still looking at the monitor in front of him. “Yeah, that move could have gotten him fired. Quite unprofessional, to be honest,” he muttered.
You had to hold back your laugh. Seeing him getting jealous was actually kind of attractive. The way he was trying to act unbothered and totally calm. Lucky for you, you could read him better by now, seeing right through his facade.
"Yeah, right. Almost as unprofessional as starting a secret relationship with your assigned junior agent, hm?” you noted, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from grinning. How much you loved the little banter between the both of you.
Leon finally looked up, wearing a stern look on his face.
“That's something entirely different.”
“It is not. And you know that,” you giggled, crossing your arms in front of your chest, still halfway sitting on his desk.
“Always talking back to me,” he said, shaking his head at you.
“I thought you liked that."
He took off his glasses, set them down on the desk, and leaned back against the chair. His hand squeezed the bridge of his nose, followed by a deep sigh.
"Yeah, I do,” he mumbled. “Can't deny that."
Once he looked up at you again, he extended his hands out for you, inviting you to sit on his lap.
“What if someone comes in?” You asked hesitantly.
“Everyone already left. Besides, there are cameras down the hallway I can check,” he explained, watching you as you sat down on him and straddled his lap.
You nodded, pulling your arms around his neck and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” you said.
Leon looked up at you expectantly.
“Tell me,” he said, gently brushing over your back.
“Nate believes that…my boyfriend is a chef,” you muttered, almost cringing at your own words.
“He what?”
“I’m sorry, but he asked if my boyfriend was also an agent, so I panicked, and then I tried to think of another profession, and I thought about our first night. I remembered making jokes that you were a food critic and well….I kind of made you a chef, I guess,” you explained, looking down with a sheepish smile.
It took him a few seconds to take that in. “You…really need to work on your improvising,” he laughed, pulling you closer so you could lay your head on his chest, which you gladly did.
“I know,” you groaned, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent.
“Well, I have to tell you something too,” he said after a while.
“Is it a new mission?” You asked. You weren’t really sure; it was just a guess, basically, but you could sense something was up.
“Yeah. You and me. We will leave in three days for a mission in Mexico,” he explained. "I'll tell you all the details tomorrow in the briefing, but I wanted you to know."
“Mexico? How does that involve us?”
“Something about an abandoned laboratory from a well-known…company. As I said, more details tomorrow,” he said. “But maybe something positive. It’s close to the beach, so you could see it as a romantic getaway,” he teased.
“Romantic getaway? With us fighting against BOWs and fearing for our lives?" You asked sarcastically, a grin plastered on your face.
“Let’s hope it won’t be that extreme,” he muttered, brushing your cheek lovingly. "It would be nice if we didn’t have to fear for our lives for once."
“How boring,” you joked, kissing him one last time before getting up.
“Ready to go h…” You stopped yourself before you could finish the sentence. Normally your days always ended the same. At his apartment, cuddled together in his bed. It was not like you moved in already, but sometimes it sure felt like it.
“Home?” He grinned as he heard your lousy attempt at trying to swallow the word.
“I mean…at your place,” you corrected yourself awkwardly.
He closed his laptop, shutting everything down, and then came over to you to kiss you on the forehead.
“You can call it home, sweetheart. It isour home. At least that is how I see it,” he said.
You didn’t know what to say; you were simply too stunned.
“Now c’mon. I need a good round of sleep. Besides, we need to pack for the mission. And the beach,” he winked, walking over to the door.
“You coming?" He asked, turning around to see your still stunned-looking face.
“On my way,” you smiled, following him swiftly.
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⤷ summary: you and leon attend your routine, post-mission debriefing with your superiors; afterwards, a question from him in the elevator has you rethinking what you thought you knew about what he felt for you. spoiler alert—he finds the courage to ask you out. (4.5k)
⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader
⤷ genre: friends to lovers, mild slow-burn
⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her early 30s, unresolved tension, slow-burn-ish relationship, mentions of blood and psychological tests, mentions of hospitalization, slight self-deprecating thoughts, comfort, lighthearted banter
🚏masterlist | part one ᝰ.ᐟ
After your mission, the whole plethora of protocol began.
You woke up to a resounding alarm that signaled your start for the day—a debriefing later this afternoon and mandatory follow-up screening this morning. While your muscles ached in protest as you got up, feeling the lingering remnants of your exhaustion from yesterday and the two days you’ve spent with Leon and your other colleague who must be recovering in the hospital right now.
For a second, you just stared at the ceiling, your routine rumination kicking in.
The events of the previous night returned slowly, and then all at once. Fluorescent hospital lighting, the smell of antiseptic wafting in the air, waiting alongside Leon for any update on your injured colleague while neither of you had the energy to say much of anything, except allow your actions to speak on your behalf.
It doesn’t escape your mind—the way he’d tended to you. You only just realized how attentive he had been, and you aren’t entirely sure if you preferred to be the subject of his attention, if not amongst other things. You can still feel the ghost of his touch on your forehead, the phantom sensation of his lips lingering on your skin.
Reaching up, your fingers lightly graze the spot he’d touched with his mouth. At the memory, your heart throbs beneath your chest, and you silently reprimand yourself. It was far too early to be dealing with this, but you figured you could use making sense of it all because you’ll be seeing him later, and you need to act normal about this.
But seriously speaking, what even is normal about yesterday?
Letting you sleep on his shoulder, tending to your wound, kissing your forehead, telling the driver to go easy on the road for you—what did it mean? What does it mean to you, but most importantly, what does it mean for Leon?
Deciding to brush away your thoughts, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, squinting at the brightness of the screen.
Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed a message from Leon sitting near the top of your notifications.
Leon (6:49 AM)
You alive?
Despite yourself, you let out a quiet breath of amusement at those two little words.
You (6:52 AM)
Barely.
What time’s the screening again?
You’re surprised when you see the typing bubble appearing almost immediately after you’ve sent your reply.
Was he waiting? A voice in your head filtered through your thoughts, but you brought yourself back down to reality when he replied.
Leon (6:53 AM)
9 in the morning.
Don’t be late or they’ll never let us hear the end of it.
You could practically hear the dry exhaustion in his voice through the screen regarding what awaited you for today. Truthfully, you weren’t looking forward to it either, but it’s not like post-mission clearances were negotiable. They were mandatory, as far as you were concerned, despite not being exposed to any B.O.W. during the scope of your mission.
Field clearance at the hospital had only been preliminary—it was a rushed contamination scan, checking of your vitals, and enough questioning by the personnel to ensure neither of you were actively infected. It was just the beginning, because the real evaluation came afterward, which awaited you in the DSO headquarters at exactly nine in the morning.
There would be bloodwork, neurological testing, and even a visit to the shrink for a psychological assessment—all of which was just standard DSO protocol after every mission, whether or not you’ve been exposed to a possible infection.
Your phone buzzed again before you could get up from your bed and start your day.
Leon (7:03 AM)
Need coffee before this.
What’s your order? I’ll grab yours along the way.
You don’t know what it is about his message that makes your lips curve into a small grin, but you allow yourself the smallest of smiles before you end up sending him your coffee order anyway.
It had become routine between the two of you to face these protocols together, and at first, you were daunted by the intensity it proposed. Field clearance meant you were going to be evaluated at every aspect of your well-being, and while you didn’t like being subjected to such scrutiny, doing it with Leon felt a lot like comfort.
At least someone understood. He understood.
You went about your day, showering before putting on your clothes—your usual office clothes for when you’re in headquarters and not on a mission somewhere across the globe. Because you were partly rushing to get to the office before nine in the morning, you forsake breakfast and promise yourself a hearty meal for lunch before the real debriefing begins.
It takes you at least twenty minutes to arrive at the main DSO headquarters because of slight traffic buildup along the way. Thankfully, the taxi you hailed knew how to navigate the bustling streets and had you enter the office building just fifteen minutes before the screening began on the 13th floor of the building.
Once you step out of the elevator, you find Leon leaning against the wall, holding a small tray with coffee cups in one hand, while his fingers are occupied with a small plastic bag filled with… food?
But your eyes weren’t focused on the coffee or the bag.
You were focused on him.
Him, and that devastatingly, annoyingly attractive suit of his that he was wearing, as if it was custom made for him. It fit right around his shoulders and showed less of his arm muscles, but you could still sight them from underneath the fabric. A few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and you could see the tiniest peek of chest hair beneath it.
Your mouth was somehow… dry. When did he suddenly become so attractive in your eyes? You’ve always seen him in his suit before, especially during debriefings, but what made this time stand out among the other times?
“Hey,” he greeted you as soon as he saw you, which snapped you away from your train of Leon-related thought. You blink, realizing he was staring directly at you now. “Thought you’d be late.”
You swallowed hard. “Uh… there was traffic buildup along the way.” You manage to say before regaining your composure. “Is that for me?” you point towards the coffee.
Leon nodded, handing you the cup. “Careful, it’s a bit hot.” He warned you gently, but you take it anyway.
You sip from the lid, the soothing warmth of the coffee running down your throat and into your empty stomach, which you know you’ll regret later. But then…
“I got you a croissant,” Leon suddenly says, handing you the plastic bag. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a plain one.”
“Oh.” You take the plastic bag from him, peeking inside and seeing a croissant wrapped in paper. Your heart skipped a beat at the kind gesture, and you sort of don’t know what to say, except, you blurt out the words before you think of them. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you, Leon.”
He gave you a small smile, a tiny smirk on the corner of his lips. “Don’t mention it, Y/N. You need to eat something before they throw us to the lion’s den.” He said, almost jokingly.
That made you exhale a quiet huff of amusement.
You follow him as he leads you to a row of chairs near the examination room. Sitting next to him, you set your cup of coffee aside before you take a bite from the croissant, the scent wafting through the air. It was warm and soft and freshly baked, and it immediately satiated the hunger you’ve been feeling ever since you left your apartment.
Leon sat next to you before he brought his phone out, thumb hovering over the screen as he read through a few more texts. You sat quietly next to him as you munch on the pastry he had gotten you, a gesture that made your stomach flutter more than you’d like to admit.
There was at least ten minutes left before you both were called in the company clinic for the bloodwork. You finish your croissant in a couple more bites before setting the wrapper aside, and then finish your coffee in one go. You were about to stand up to throw them to the trashbin on the other end of the hallway, but Leon stopped you.
“I’ll do it,” he offered, taking your cup and his and the plastic bag before walking towards the trashbin. “Just stay put.”
When he returned, you were slightly looking away from him, trying to hide the fact that you’re partially blushing because of his gestures. It probably meant nothing to him, but he was so attentive towards you that even though he’s busy with his phone, he still noticed you enough to know when you’re done eating your food and drinking your coffee. As always, Leon has his surroundings in check, especially you, in particular.
“Did you get some sleep?” He suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
“Not enough,” you answer him with a shrug. “And you?”
Leon made a gesture with his hand, something that mirrored your answer. “Couple hours,” he admitted, almost vaguely, as if he wasn’t sure with his own response too.
You can’t help but wonder what he’s like when he’s asleep. Does he snore? Does he move a lot? Is he a light sleeper, or the contrary? You picture Leon in bed, eyes closed—your imagination does tricks on you and he’s suddenly topless, wearing nothing but pajama pants and the waistband hanging so deliciously low on his—
Oh no.
Your mind was becoming something traitorous—filling your head with thoughts of Leon you’re not even supposed to be thinking about. It fills you with an insane amount of shame, and you cut it out before Leon wondered why you were suddenly blushing beside him. You weren’t going to take it if he did notice. And if he asked, what were you even going to say? That you imagined him half-naked in bed?
Either way, the image of him in just his pajamas lingered in your mind for a few more seconds, before you eventually steel yourself to focus on the fact that you’re minutes away from being poked and prodded by company nurses.
Thankfully, the two of you sit in peaceful, gentle conversation. You talk about your mission and things you may have or have not missed, running through the memory as though it just happened an hour ago. Somewhere farther down, a nurse wheeled a cart past one of the clinic doors. Phones rang occasionally at the reception desk nearby, muted behind glass walls and the hum of low conversation.
“You think Harper’s going to be okay?” You suddenly asked, remembering the state of your colleague who was recovering in the hospital as of late.
Leon’s posture shifted slightly beside you. “They said he’s stable, which is a good sign.” He replied, meeting your gaze.
Although you nodded, there was a subtle knot that remained within your stomach. It was just the reality of your job, an occupational hazard that you should have been used to, but the knowledge that it could either be you, Leon, or another colleague between life or death during a mission left you feeling unsettled.
Images from the mission still flashed unpleasantly behind your eyelids if you focus long and hard enough. You remember crimson staining concrete. The panic of your voice over comms. The sound of a bomb detonating as soon as you retrieved the virus sample from the bunker.
You exhale a sigh, shaking your head slightly to try and dislodge the thoughts from your head, especially before your upcoming neuropsychological evaluation.
“You know… you did good back there,” Leon murmured beside you. He turns his head before looking down at you. “During the mission, you kept a level head. I admire you for that.”
It was so sudden that you barely digest his words, and you only did after a second and a heartbeat. “I couldn’t have done it without you taking the lead,” you reply almost timidly. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we lost Harper…”
“Hey, no. Let’s not think about that,” Leon interjects gently, shifting from his seat so he would be facing you. “You reacted immediately. You were the one who got us out of there. You called for extraction when we needed it A-S-A-P.”
You look down at your lap, suddenly finding it far more interesting than meeting his eyes. “That’s kind of the bare minimum of my job description,” you mutter weakly, hating the slight self-deprecation in your tone.
Despite your words, Leon was still looking at you as if this mission had mattered more than the two of you let on. Like you mattered, specifically. To him, you did. But that was a conversation for a later time.
“You kept everything together, you know. Even when things went straight to hell.” He tells you more sincerely this time, and your throat tightens at the praise.
Still, you try to laugh it off anyway as you’re not used to hearing such words from him. “You’re making me sound more competent than I actually am, Kennedy.”
“I’m serious,” Leon’s voice drops lower this time, a raw honesty lacing each and every syllable of his words. “You don’t give yourself enough credit for it.”
That actually catches you off guard more than the compliment itself, more than the earlier words he’s said to you. You’ve been partnered up with Leon for quite some time now, and you knew Leon wasn’t the kind of person who said things he didn’t mean.
The realization of it settled in a certain warmth beneath your ribs.
But before you could think of a response, a nurse stepped out from one of the clinic doors, holding a clipboard before calling both of your names.
“Agents Kennedy and Y/L/N?”
The moment had slipped away into thin air, but somehow, the warmth of Leon’s words lingered within your mind and heart anyway.
—
After your medical and psychological screening, the formal debriefing began in one of the conference rooms of the DSO headquarters. Your commanding officer was present along with an intelligence analyst, and you sat beside Leon as your superiors began grilling you with questions about the most recent mission.
You were forced to recall every detail, even the ones you may have overlooked. Every detail, no matter how small or miniscule, had suddenly mattered. Because to your commanding officer, everything should be accounted for, even the slightest hiccup or bump along the road.
Though, because of Harper’s injuries and a near-death casualty, several of the senior officials had become more thorough with their line of questioning.
“Walk us through the extraction,” the director said evenly, sitting across both you and Leon in a row of other senior officials, your commanding officer included. “Agent Kennedy?”
Leon leaned back slightly against his hair, though you notice the way his shoulders remained tense. The target was moved approximately twenty minutes before we breached the facility,” he explained calmly. “The bomb—we believed it avoided detection.”
One of the officials glanced at the report. “Our team still hasn’t determined how that happened.” He said, his eyes squinting at the paper.
“The lighting conditions underground were poor,” you explain carefully, hiding the slight tremor in your voice. “Visibility was already compromised before we entered the lower sector.”
That makes your commanding officer look at you. “And thermal?”
“Minimal signature,” Leon answered on your behalf. “The device was concealed beneath the support structure.”
You decide to continue. “Our original entry and exit points were compromised before we even got inside. We weren’t able to locate the device or what triggered it. ” You explained to them, picking at some invisible fuzz on your pants beneath the table.
A man further down the table inspects the report in front of him. “And yet you proceeded.”
That had you resisting the urge to sigh. This was the more difficult aspect of debriefing sessions—you had to endure the snarky, subtle remarks from your commanding officer or other senior officials who always seemed to question your every move. Especially when it’s you who was speaking.
They never bat an eye when it was Leon who was explaining; probably because he was tenured and way more experienced than you were. You were only a couple of years into the role, but you liked to believe you learned the ropes just as quickly as anyone else, if not quicker than the average agent in the organization.
“We adapted to the situation, sir,” Leon answered before you can, calm and steady and oddly reassuring. “Our priority was recovering Harper alive.”
The official narrowed his eyes slightly. “Agent Y/L/N requested emergency extraction ahead of schedule.” He pointed out.
Your stomach tightens slightly at the sudden attention from the row of men looking at you, waiting for an answer. “Yes sir,” you say, loud enough for them to hear.
“Why?”
You straighten up subtly in your seat, conscious of the way these men were looking at you like you were some rookie agent that needed guidance and a lot of training. “Structural integrity was failing,” you explain as best as you could. “After the explosion, portions of the lower level had already started collapsing. Communications were unstable, and Harper was losing consciousness.
The official watches you for a moment. Almost too long, too quiet. It eats away at you, and you’re suddenly nervous about what they had to say. Then, he spoke, “And you believed extraction was more important than completing the sweep.”
“With all due respect, sir, our objective was to get Harper out and alive and safe.”
A heavy, thick silence followed. It wasn’t hostile, but more evaluating than you’d expect. You can practically feel your commanding officer watching to see whether you’d fold under pressure, but you weren’t about to give them the satisfaction.
Instead, Leon spoke, before anyone else could.
“She made the right call,” the certainty in his voice cut cleanly throughout the room, his voice resounding against the sterile walls. Your eyes flick instinctively toward him just as your heart skipped a beat.
The official leans back slightly in his chair, assessing Leon with scrutiny. “And you’re confident in that assessment, Agent Kennedy?”
Leon nodded once. He didn’t even think twice. He never did, not when it came to this. To you. “Yes sir.”
“Even though the mission concluded with one operative hospitalized?”
You lower your gaze briefly, feeling the sting in the official’s words. But Leon doesn’t. He remained a constant, grounding presence beside you. He was strong enough to defend himself, but even more when it came to you.
“The casualties would’ve been significantly worse if we stayed underground longer,” he answered smoothly, almost without blinking. The confidence in his tone had goosebumps rising on your skin. “Agent Y/L/N recognized that before I did.”
The room goes quiet. So much so that you can hear a pin drop in the silence. For the first time since entering the conference room, you realize Leon isn’t just supporting your decisions. He’s actively standing beside them.
He’s standing right beside you.
—
The debriefing lasted longer than you expected. By the time you exit the conference room, it was already a little over five in the afternoon. It started a little over twelve noon, and dragged along far more than you and Leon ever liked.
Both of you walk in silence. Leon mentioned grabbing something from his office and you wanted to tag along for the sake of walking with him. After everything you’ve endured in that conference room, the air between the two of you solidified into more than just camaraderie. More than just a partnership built through years of shared missions and closed calls and shared proximity in cramped spaces.
Something has greatly shifted, and you’re unsure if you want to acknowledge it yet.
You trail along him while he quickly grabs something from his office—you didn’t bother asking him what it was. He only opened the door for you and told you to make yourself at home, even though you barely stayed for five minutes. You just looked around; the space was almost bare of any personal effects, only a couple on his desk and nothing more.
“You ready to leave?” Leon asked eventually, while you were leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a softening gaze.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
The walk back through the halls feels quieter now. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but something had definitely changed, even through the silence of your feet padding across the floor. The weight of everything said earlier in the debriefing and before that lingered between the two of you, woven carefully into every wayward glance and every reminder of your proximity.
By the time the elevator doors slid open, most of the office floor had already emptied out for the evening, leaving just the two of you in the metal box. Silence hummed softly around you, alongside the mechanical descent of the elevator, and it was soothing, somewhat.
You’re very hyperaware of Leon standing beside you. The way his cologne lingered in the air, something expensive and unique to him. The way he looked slightly disheveled which made him appear softer somehow. Less like an agent, and more like simply… Leon. A version of him that only you get to see.
A version of him that belonged to you.
The thought startled you enough that you almost missed it when he spoke.
“So…” Leon starts, rubbing the back of his neck briefly as he glances at you. “Are you busy tonight?
Your head turns toward him immediately. The question appeared casual, but the slight tension in his shoulders and the way he avoided your gaze gave him away.
“That depends,” you answer carefully, fighting the smile threatening to form on your rosy lips. “Why?”
Leon glances toward the glowing elevator numbers on the console before looking back at you. “There’s this place nearby,” he said with a shrug. “Figured we could maybe grab dinner together?”
“If you want to, that is.”
You answer him before you could even think, the words tumbling out like a race between your heart and mind. “Are you asking me out?”
Leon blinks once, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say it out loud so directly. Even you were taken aback by your sudden straightforwardness. “I mean…” He exhales quietly through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching upward, almost subtle. “That depends.”
You fold your arms loosely across your chest, trying and almost miserably failing to suppress your amusement. This was the first time you’d seen Leon like this, and you’re not sure how to react. “On what exactly?”
“On whether you say yes or you embarrass me in this elevator.”
A laugh slipped out of you before you could even stop it. As you did, you noticed Leon’s shoulders ease at the sound of your laugh, and it didn’t occur to you that this was something he’d be jittery about.
“You're nervous,” you point out then, a realization and a curiosity packed up in just two words.
That earned you a look from him, almost unreadable, but it seemed… honest. “Believe it or not, asking out someone I’ve been partnered with for years is a little different from field work,” he muttered dryly.
You immediately feel something warm bloom within your chest, radiating across your arms and limbs and settles deeply in the pit of your stomach. The feeling was akin to a flutter, and something tingly all in one.
The elevator continues its slow descent, blissfully unaware of the fact that your entire world feels slightly off kilter right now. The air in the elevator is thick with something you don’t know yet, but you feel yourself smiling.
“So this is you asking me out,” you tease him softly.
Leon looks at you straight in the eye, his lips twitching into a small smirk. “Yeah,” he answered smoothly. “It is. What are you gonna do about it?”
You tilt your head slightly, pretending to think about his offer, even when you already know the answer yourself. “Hm…” you hum softly. “I guess I could say yes.”
“You guess?” His brow raises a bit.
“You’re awfully demanding for someone who was nervous thirty seconds ago,” you say as a laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
Leon huffs quietly beside you, though the corner of his mouth still threatens to curl upward. “I wasn’t nervous.” He said in his own defense.
You grin at him. “Sure you weren’t.”
The elevator continues descending—slow and steady, while something lighter settles between the two of you at last. The silence that overlaps for a second or two is comforting, almost as if it had existed between the two of you ever since.
“So?” Leon prods after a second, his voice softening this time. “Is that a real yes?”
Your teasing softened immediately at the question, because beneath the dry humor and the smirk on his lips, you can hear the hints of uncertainty that coated every syllable of his words. Leon was being careful, if not hopeful around you, and that somehow endeared you, that he was cautious about this interaction you’re both having in the elevator.
You then decide to step a little closer to him, close enough that your shoulders brush against each other. “Yes,” you tell him, craning your head to look up. “Yes, we can grab dinner tonight.”
And the next night, and another.
For a second, Leon just looked at you.
Then, that smile of his reappeared—small, genuine, and enough to soften every sharp edge of exhaustion that had been left on his face since the debriefing. He looked younger somehow, more handsome, rough around the edges but absolutely good looking.
You were certain your heart just skipped a beat, just as your stomach began its gymnastics within you. Fluttering like an erratic butterfly.
It was only then that you realized—you were already at the precipice of falling.
You had only hoped that Leon would be waiting to catch you when you took the leap.
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when leon falls in love ★ letting it linger musings
i honestly enjoy writing letting it linger because i've been so immersed in the idea of leon falling for you slowly, but he's all in and never does things halfway 😭
i like to think that when he falls in love it's quiet, safe, protective, but it has this impact because he notices all the little details—especially since he's trained to observe the specifics, and even the details that you think don't matter. but to him they do. when he sees you it isn't just training kicking in; it's natural when it comes to you.
leon's all for grand gestures, yes, but i believe he's also one to love you with a quiet fierceness that he never quite can't explain. you'll never have to second-guess anything ever again. he won't even allow you to doubt his feelings and his devotion.
but also, he'll definitely get you just-because flowers, or that book you've mentioned once in passing. or those favorite pastries at that corner bakery down the street. he'll take you out on weekend getaways and trips, anything to spend time with you because he knows you like visiting new places, or trying out new restaurants. he'll probably even indulge you if you want to try pottery, baking and cooking classes, a hike, anything, really.
plus, he's a big talker on reassurance, and he'll never let a day pass by without reminding you he loves you—whether through a gift, an act of service, a loving touch, quality time, words of affirmation. whatever your love language is, he'll surely meet you halfway. he'll compromise if he needs to, because to him, you're worth all the time and the effort in the world.
if you probably asked for the moon, he'll find it amusing, but also, deep down he'll think about how to bring it down for you. anything you want and need—it's yours. leon is definitely a generous lover, a protector and provider, a best friend and companion all in one.
you need a shoulder to cry on? he's there in a heartbeat. you need someone to listen to work gossip? he'll put down whatever he's doing and he'll listen (and definitely offer his input, and even gossip with you). you're having a bad day? he'll stay by your side until it gets better, even from a distance, if you prefer to be alone. he'll respect your space, always, but he'll never hesitate to be there for you nonetheless.
his love is firm and stable, a cornerstone for you to lean on when you're tired. his love is reassuring and safe, strong and loud when it needs to be, and quiet and gentle when the world is a little too much for you.
★ tldr: he's just the best man ever when he's in love 😭 leon kennedy has my whole heart, i swear :( i love thinking about what he's like when he's falling in love, or already in love with you for that matter.
⤷ summary: you and leon attend your routine, post-mission debriefing with your superiors; afterwards, a question from him in the elevator has you rethinking what you thought you knew about what he felt for you. spoiler alert—he finds the courage to ask you out. (4.5k)
⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader
⤷ genre: friends to lovers, mild slow-burn
⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her early 30s, unresolved tension, slow-burn-ish relationship, mentions of blood and psychological tests, mentions of hospitalization, slight self-deprecating thoughts, comfort, lighthearted banter
🚏masterlist | part one ᝰ.ᐟ
After your mission, the whole plethora of protocol began.
You woke up to a resounding alarm that signaled your start for the day—a debriefing later this afternoon and mandatory follow-up screening this morning. While your muscles ached in protest as you got up, feeling the lingering remnants of your exhaustion from yesterday and the two days you’ve spent with Leon and your other colleague who must be recovering in the hospital right now.
For a second, you just stared at the ceiling, your routine rumination kicking in.
The events of the previous night returned slowly, and then all at once. Fluorescent hospital lighting, the smell of antiseptic wafting in the air, waiting alongside Leon for any update on your injured colleague while neither of you had the energy to say much of anything, except allow your actions to speak on your behalf.
It doesn’t escape your mind—the way he’d tended to you. You only just realized how attentive he had been, and you aren’t entirely sure if you preferred to be the subject of his attention, if not amongst other things. You can still feel the ghost of his touch on your forehead, the phantom sensation of his lips lingering on your skin.
Reaching up, your fingers lightly graze the spot he’d touched with his mouth. At the memory, your heart throbs beneath your chest, and you silently reprimand yourself. It was far too early to be dealing with this, but you figured you could use making sense of it all because you’ll be seeing him later, and you need to act normal about this.
But seriously speaking, what even is normal about yesterday?
Letting you sleep on his shoulder, tending to your wound, kissing your forehead, telling the driver to go easy on the road for you—what did it mean? What does it mean to you, but most importantly, what does it mean for Leon?
Deciding to brush away your thoughts, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, squinting at the brightness of the screen.
Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed a message from Leon sitting near the top of your notifications.
Leon (6:49 AM)
You alive?
Despite yourself, you let out a quiet breath of amusement at those two little words.
You (6:52 AM)
Barely.
What time’s the screening again?
You’re surprised when you see the typing bubble appearing almost immediately after you’ve sent your reply.
Was he waiting? A voice in your head filtered through your thoughts, but you brought yourself back down to reality when he replied.
Leon (6:53 AM)
9 in the morning.
Don’t be late or they’ll never let us hear the end of it.
You could practically hear the dry exhaustion in his voice through the screen regarding what awaited you for today. Truthfully, you weren’t looking forward to it either, but it’s not like post-mission clearances were negotiable. They were mandatory, as far as you were concerned, despite not being exposed to any B.O.W. during the scope of your mission.
Field clearance at the hospital had only been preliminary—it was a rushed contamination scan, checking of your vitals, and enough questioning by the personnel to ensure neither of you were actively infected. It was just the beginning, because the real evaluation came afterward, which awaited you in the DSO headquarters at exactly nine in the morning.
There would be bloodwork, neurological testing, and even a visit to the shrink for a psychological assessment—all of which was just standard DSO protocol after every mission, whether or not you’ve been exposed to a possible infection.
Your phone buzzed again before you could get up from your bed and start your day.
Leon (7:03 AM)
Need coffee before this.
What’s your order? I’ll grab yours along the way.
You don’t know what it is about his message that makes your lips curve into a small grin, but you allow yourself the smallest of smiles before you end up sending him your coffee order anyway.
It had become routine between the two of you to face these protocols together, and at first, you were daunted by the intensity it proposed. Field clearance meant you were going to be evaluated at every aspect of your well-being, and while you didn’t like being subjected to such scrutiny, doing it with Leon felt a lot like comfort.
At least someone understood. He understood.
You went about your day, showering before putting on your clothes—your usual office clothes for when you’re in headquarters and not on a mission somewhere across the globe. Because you were partly rushing to get to the office before nine in the morning, you forsake breakfast and promise yourself a hearty meal for lunch before the real debriefing begins.
It takes you at least twenty minutes to arrive at the main DSO headquarters because of slight traffic buildup along the way. Thankfully, the taxi you hailed knew how to navigate the bustling streets and had you enter the office building just fifteen minutes before the screening began on the 13th floor of the building.
Once you step out of the elevator, you find Leon leaning against the wall, holding a small tray with coffee cups in one hand, while his fingers are occupied with a small plastic bag filled with… food?
But your eyes weren’t focused on the coffee or the bag.
You were focused on him.
Him, and that devastatingly, annoyingly attractive suit of his that he was wearing, as if it was custom made for him. It fit right around his shoulders and showed less of his arm muscles, but you could still sight them from underneath the fabric. A few buttons of his dress shirt were undone, and you could see the tiniest peek of chest hair beneath it.
Your mouth was somehow… dry. When did he suddenly become so attractive in your eyes? You’ve always seen him in his suit before, especially during debriefings, but what made this time stand out among the other times?
“Hey,” he greeted you as soon as he saw you, which snapped you away from your train of Leon-related thought. You blink, realizing he was staring directly at you now. “Thought you’d be late.”
You swallowed hard. “Uh… there was traffic buildup along the way.” You manage to say before regaining your composure. “Is that for me?” you point towards the coffee.
Leon nodded, handing you the cup. “Careful, it’s a bit hot.” He warned you gently, but you take it anyway.
You sip from the lid, the soothing warmth of the coffee running down your throat and into your empty stomach, which you know you’ll regret later. But then…
“I got you a croissant,” Leon suddenly says, handing you the plastic bag. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a plain one.”
“Oh.” You take the plastic bag from him, peeking inside and seeing a croissant wrapped in paper. Your heart skipped a beat at the kind gesture, and you sort of don’t know what to say, except, you blurt out the words before you think of them. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you, Leon.”
He gave you a small smile, a tiny smirk on the corner of his lips. “Don’t mention it, Y/N. You need to eat something before they throw us to the lion’s den.” He said, almost jokingly.
That made you exhale a quiet huff of amusement.
You follow him as he leads you to a row of chairs near the examination room. Sitting next to him, you set your cup of coffee aside before you take a bite from the croissant, the scent wafting through the air. It was warm and soft and freshly baked, and it immediately satiated the hunger you’ve been feeling ever since you left your apartment.
Leon sat next to you before he brought his phone out, thumb hovering over the screen as he read through a few more texts. You sat quietly next to him as you munch on the pastry he had gotten you, a gesture that made your stomach flutter more than you’d like to admit.
There was at least ten minutes left before you both were called in the company clinic for the bloodwork. You finish your croissant in a couple more bites before setting the wrapper aside, and then finish your coffee in one go. You were about to stand up to throw them to the trashbin on the other end of the hallway, but Leon stopped you.
“I’ll do it,” he offered, taking your cup and his and the plastic bag before walking towards the trashbin. “Just stay put.”
When he returned, you were slightly looking away from him, trying to hide the fact that you’re partially blushing because of his gestures. It probably meant nothing to him, but he was so attentive towards you that even though he’s busy with his phone, he still noticed you enough to know when you’re done eating your food and drinking your coffee. As always, Leon has his surroundings in check, especially you, in particular.
“Did you get some sleep?” He suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
“Not enough,” you answer him with a shrug. “And you?”
Leon made a gesture with his hand, something that mirrored your answer. “Couple hours,” he admitted, almost vaguely, as if he wasn’t sure with his own response too.
You can’t help but wonder what he’s like when he’s asleep. Does he snore? Does he move a lot? Is he a light sleeper, or the contrary? You picture Leon in bed, eyes closed—your imagination does tricks on you and he’s suddenly topless, wearing nothing but pajama pants and the waistband hanging so deliciously low on his—
Oh no.
Your mind was becoming something traitorous—filling your head with thoughts of Leon you’re not even supposed to be thinking about. It fills you with an insane amount of shame, and you cut it out before Leon wondered why you were suddenly blushing beside him. You weren’t going to take it if he did notice. And if he asked, what were you even going to say? That you imagined him half-naked in bed?
Either way, the image of him in just his pajamas lingered in your mind for a few more seconds, before you eventually steel yourself to focus on the fact that you’re minutes away from being poked and prodded by company nurses.
Thankfully, the two of you sit in peaceful, gentle conversation. You talk about your mission and things you may have or have not missed, running through the memory as though it just happened an hour ago. Somewhere farther down, a nurse wheeled a cart past one of the clinic doors. Phones rang occasionally at the reception desk nearby, muted behind glass walls and the hum of low conversation.
“You think Harper’s going to be okay?” You suddenly asked, remembering the state of your colleague who was recovering in the hospital as of late.
Leon’s posture shifted slightly beside you. “They said he’s stable, which is a good sign.” He replied, meeting your gaze.
Although you nodded, there was a subtle knot that remained within your stomach. It was just the reality of your job, an occupational hazard that you should have been used to, but the knowledge that it could either be you, Leon, or another colleague between life or death during a mission left you feeling unsettled.
Images from the mission still flashed unpleasantly behind your eyelids if you focus long and hard enough. You remember crimson staining concrete. The panic of your voice over comms. The sound of a bomb detonating as soon as you retrieved the virus sample from the bunker.
You exhale a sigh, shaking your head slightly to try and dislodge the thoughts from your head, especially before your upcoming neuropsychological evaluation.
“You know… you did good back there,” Leon murmured beside you. He turns his head before looking down at you. “During the mission, you kept a level head. I admire you for that.”
It was so sudden that you barely digest his words, and you only did after a second and a heartbeat. “I couldn’t have done it without you taking the lead,” you reply almost timidly. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if we lost Harper…”
“Hey, no. Let’s not think about that,” Leon interjects gently, shifting from his seat so he would be facing you. “You reacted immediately. You were the one who got us out of there. You called for extraction when we needed it A-S-A-P.”
You look down at your lap, suddenly finding it far more interesting than meeting his eyes. “That’s kind of the bare minimum of my job description,” you mutter weakly, hating the slight self-deprecation in your tone.
Despite your words, Leon was still looking at you as if this mission had mattered more than the two of you let on. Like you mattered, specifically. To him, you did. But that was a conversation for a later time.
“You kept everything together, you know. Even when things went straight to hell.” He tells you more sincerely this time, and your throat tightens at the praise.
Still, you try to laugh it off anyway as you’re not used to hearing such words from him. “You’re making me sound more competent than I actually am, Kennedy.”
“I’m serious,” Leon’s voice drops lower this time, a raw honesty lacing each and every syllable of his words. “You don’t give yourself enough credit for it.”
That actually catches you off guard more than the compliment itself, more than the earlier words he’s said to you. You’ve been partnered up with Leon for quite some time now, and you knew Leon wasn’t the kind of person who said things he didn’t mean.
The realization of it settled in a certain warmth beneath your ribs.
But before you could think of a response, a nurse stepped out from one of the clinic doors, holding a clipboard before calling both of your names.
“Agents Kennedy and Y/L/N?”
The moment had slipped away into thin air, but somehow, the warmth of Leon’s words lingered within your mind and heart anyway.
—
After your medical and psychological screening, the formal debriefing began in one of the conference rooms of the DSO headquarters. Your commanding officer was present along with an intelligence analyst, and you sat beside Leon as your superiors began grilling you with questions about the most recent mission.
You were forced to recall every detail, even the ones you may have overlooked. Every detail, no matter how small or miniscule, had suddenly mattered. Because to your commanding officer, everything should be accounted for, even the slightest hiccup or bump along the road.
Though, because of Harper’s injuries and a near-death casualty, several of the senior officials had become more thorough with their line of questioning.
“Walk us through the extraction,” the director said evenly, sitting across both you and Leon in a row of other senior officials, your commanding officer included. “Agent Kennedy?”
Leon leaned back slightly against his hair, though you notice the way his shoulders remained tense. The target was moved approximately twenty minutes before we breached the facility,” he explained calmly. “The bomb—we believed it avoided detection.”
One of the officials glanced at the report. “Our team still hasn’t determined how that happened.” He said, his eyes squinting at the paper.
“The lighting conditions underground were poor,” you explain carefully, hiding the slight tremor in your voice. “Visibility was already compromised before we entered the lower sector.”
That makes your commanding officer look at you. “And thermal?”
“Minimal signature,” Leon answered on your behalf. “The device was concealed beneath the support structure.”
You decide to continue. “Our original entry and exit points were compromised before we even got inside. We weren’t able to locate the device or what triggered it. ” You explained to them, picking at some invisible fuzz on your pants beneath the table.
A man further down the table inspects the report in front of him. “And yet you proceeded.”
That had you resisting the urge to sigh. This was the more difficult aspect of debriefing sessions—you had to endure the snarky, subtle remarks from your commanding officer or other senior officials who always seemed to question your every move. Especially when it’s you who was speaking.
They never bat an eye when it was Leon who was explaining; probably because he was tenured and way more experienced than you were. You were only a couple of years into the role, but you liked to believe you learned the ropes just as quickly as anyone else, if not quicker than the average agent in the organization.
“We adapted to the situation, sir,” Leon answered before you can, calm and steady and oddly reassuring. “Our priority was recovering Harper alive.”
The official narrowed his eyes slightly. “Agent Y/L/N requested emergency extraction ahead of schedule.” He pointed out.
Your stomach tightens slightly at the sudden attention from the row of men looking at you, waiting for an answer. “Yes sir,” you say, loud enough for them to hear.
“Why?”
You straighten up subtly in your seat, conscious of the way these men were looking at you like you were some rookie agent that needed guidance and a lot of training. “Structural integrity was failing,” you explain as best as you could. “After the explosion, portions of the lower level had already started collapsing. Communications were unstable, and Harper was losing consciousness.
The official watches you for a moment. Almost too long, too quiet. It eats away at you, and you’re suddenly nervous about what they had to say. Then, he spoke, “And you believed extraction was more important than completing the sweep.”
“With all due respect, sir, our objective was to get Harper out and alive and safe.”
A heavy, thick silence followed. It wasn’t hostile, but more evaluating than you’d expect. You can practically feel your commanding officer watching to see whether you’d fold under pressure, but you weren’t about to give them the satisfaction.
Instead, Leon spoke, before anyone else could.
“She made the right call,” the certainty in his voice cut cleanly throughout the room, his voice resounding against the sterile walls. Your eyes flick instinctively toward him just as your heart skipped a beat.
The official leans back slightly in his chair, assessing Leon with scrutiny. “And you’re confident in that assessment, Agent Kennedy?”
Leon nodded once. He didn’t even think twice. He never did, not when it came to this. To you. “Yes sir.”
“Even though the mission concluded with one operative hospitalized?”
You lower your gaze briefly, feeling the sting in the official’s words. But Leon doesn’t. He remained a constant, grounding presence beside you. He was strong enough to defend himself, but even more when it came to you.
“The casualties would’ve been significantly worse if we stayed underground longer,” he answered smoothly, almost without blinking. The confidence in his tone had goosebumps rising on your skin. “Agent Y/L/N recognized that before I did.”
The room goes quiet. So much so that you can hear a pin drop in the silence. For the first time since entering the conference room, you realize Leon isn’t just supporting your decisions. He’s actively standing beside them.
He’s standing right beside you.
—
The debriefing lasted longer than you expected. By the time you exit the conference room, it was already a little over five in the afternoon. It started a little over twelve noon, and dragged along far more than you and Leon ever liked.
Both of you walk in silence. Leon mentioned grabbing something from his office and you wanted to tag along for the sake of walking with him. After everything you’ve endured in that conference room, the air between the two of you solidified into more than just camaraderie. More than just a partnership built through years of shared missions and closed calls and shared proximity in cramped spaces.
Something has greatly shifted, and you’re unsure if you want to acknowledge it yet.
You trail along him while he quickly grabs something from his office—you didn’t bother asking him what it was. He only opened the door for you and told you to make yourself at home, even though you barely stayed for five minutes. You just looked around; the space was almost bare of any personal effects, only a couple on his desk and nothing more.
“You ready to leave?” Leon asked eventually, while you were leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a softening gaze.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
The walk back through the halls feels quieter now. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but something had definitely changed, even through the silence of your feet padding across the floor. The weight of everything said earlier in the debriefing and before that lingered between the two of you, woven carefully into every wayward glance and every reminder of your proximity.
By the time the elevator doors slid open, most of the office floor had already emptied out for the evening, leaving just the two of you in the metal box. Silence hummed softly around you, alongside the mechanical descent of the elevator, and it was soothing, somewhat.
You’re very hyperaware of Leon standing beside you. The way his cologne lingered in the air, something expensive and unique to him. The way he looked slightly disheveled which made him appear softer somehow. Less like an agent, and more like simply… Leon. A version of him that only you get to see.
A version of him that belonged to you.
The thought startled you enough that you almost missed it when he spoke.
“So…” Leon starts, rubbing the back of his neck briefly as he glances at you. “Are you busy tonight?
Your head turns toward him immediately. The question appeared casual, but the slight tension in his shoulders and the way he avoided your gaze gave him away.
“That depends,” you answer carefully, fighting the smile threatening to form on your rosy lips. “Why?”
Leon glances toward the glowing elevator numbers on the console before looking back at you. “There’s this place nearby,” he said with a shrug. “Figured we could maybe grab dinner together?”
“If you want to, that is.”
You answer him before you could even think, the words tumbling out like a race between your heart and mind. “Are you asking me out?”
Leon blinks once, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say it out loud so directly. Even you were taken aback by your sudden straightforwardness. “I mean…” He exhales quietly through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching upward, almost subtle. “That depends.”
You fold your arms loosely across your chest, trying and almost miserably failing to suppress your amusement. This was the first time you’d seen Leon like this, and you’re not sure how to react. “On what exactly?”
“On whether you say yes or you embarrass me in this elevator.”
A laugh slipped out of you before you could even stop it. As you did, you noticed Leon’s shoulders ease at the sound of your laugh, and it didn’t occur to you that this was something he’d be jittery about.
“You're nervous,” you point out then, a realization and a curiosity packed up in just two words.
That earned you a look from him, almost unreadable, but it seemed… honest. “Believe it or not, asking out someone I’ve been partnered with for years is a little different from field work,” he muttered dryly.
You immediately feel something warm bloom within your chest, radiating across your arms and limbs and settles deeply in the pit of your stomach. The feeling was akin to a flutter, and something tingly all in one.
The elevator continues its slow descent, blissfully unaware of the fact that your entire world feels slightly off kilter right now. The air in the elevator is thick with something you don’t know yet, but you feel yourself smiling.
“So this is you asking me out,” you tease him softly.
Leon looks at you straight in the eye, his lips twitching into a small smirk. “Yeah,” he answered smoothly. “It is. What are you gonna do about it?”
You tilt your head slightly, pretending to think about his offer, even when you already know the answer yourself. “Hm…” you hum softly. “I guess I could say yes.”
“You guess?” His brow raises a bit.
“You’re awfully demanding for someone who was nervous thirty seconds ago,” you say as a laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
Leon huffs quietly beside you, though the corner of his mouth still threatens to curl upward. “I wasn’t nervous.” He said in his own defense.
You grin at him. “Sure you weren’t.”
The elevator continues descending—slow and steady, while something lighter settles between the two of you at last. The silence that overlaps for a second or two is comforting, almost as if it had existed between the two of you ever since.
“So?” Leon prods after a second, his voice softening this time. “Is that a real yes?”
Your teasing softened immediately at the question, because beneath the dry humor and the smirk on his lips, you can hear the hints of uncertainty that coated every syllable of his words. Leon was being careful, if not hopeful around you, and that somehow endeared you, that he was cautious about this interaction you’re both having in the elevator.
You then decide to step a little closer to him, close enough that your shoulders brush against each other. “Yes,” you tell him, craning your head to look up. “Yes, we can grab dinner tonight.”
And the next night, and another.
For a second, Leon just looked at you.
Then, that smile of his reappeared—small, genuine, and enough to soften every sharp edge of exhaustion that had been left on his face since the debriefing. He looked younger somehow, more handsome, rough around the edges but absolutely good looking.
You were certain your heart just skipped a beat, just as your stomach began its gymnastics within you. Fluttering like an erratic butterfly.
It was only then that you realized—you were already at the precipice of falling.
You had only hoped that Leon would be waiting to catch you when you took the leap.
⤷ a/n: i wrote this on a whim so i'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors (no beta read done here) 😭 i'm glad i was finally able to finish this, despite being hung up on a few parts for a few days. anyway, i hope you like it! i'd love to hear about your thoughts and feedback, so please feel free to send me an ask, comment, or message me! 🤍
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